Luyện nghe bài hát Live From the D.J. Stretch Armstrong Show

*after 2 of talking*

Yo so let's get the mic burned, it up

Thought]
Yes I, it out
like, you listen to the musician
Umbilicle mic, my syllable strikes ya
I take you a tunnel of thought, wit no support
Now you got caught off guard, by the one scar for the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically for feelin this, Black yo the skill assisted
By the Mal-ik B, the symbol you remember me to be type
Disasterous, the just bust this, for the listener
Black yo, while I exhibit the
Styles, from the artist, strokes of lyrical darkness, enter the style
Severin rooms just like apartments, ill
I'm a skyscraper by
wit my number one neighbor, Common
>From the of Illinois, you destroy when we bombin, what?
Off the top-a, the dome lyric-al don-datta Mr.
Aiyyo we gotta lotta MC's, on the line of this to rhyme
So I'm gon' set go down wit mine, rewind, check it out

I sound fairs, relaxed like Dru Down's hair
Other niggas are like gang signs, I throw down theirs
On Knotts I Landed, players get like Hamlet
nice, taken for granted like life
I write twice and drop singles in pools
I'm dunkin like when cops mingle, fuck hip hop jingles
Rhymin big and not sayin shit
The click that you came in wit, the accent you whipped
I got my Tariq, I freak it in the middle of the week
is weak an' and I start to speakin
Niggas to leakin, my nigga Derek D an'
I'm the future, funky for human beings
Like I was the Biz Mark, I bring the noise
Com be the rhyme killer, I spill a
bit of juice to a MC who need a new producer
Got my nigga Y-Not in the spot and I rock crack
I'm to attack, Thoughts is Black
understand the intelligence and relevance to this rhyme
I Stretch a nigga all across the line I was Bobbito or Armstrong
Com's song'll goin, I start the holdin
My is turnin to earth
The birth is comin through, listenin to cut old school
when it came down the shoot?

[Pharoahe
(Pharoahe) Yeah yeah (Pharoahe) yeah
(Pharoahe) yeah yo
Always beginnin em, forever them, bendin em again and again
Sendin em back, lettin em know minimum wages
Subliminally befriending em for criminal
Mics I like Florida State Seminoles wit criminal facts
And milly ac-tually I piss on your wax
It'll be tight but this, what nigga swears he's the nicest
because he got rhyme of the month twice
Four mic devices, the gem star blade the shit
and dices, Absolute
Absolute uh, uh, Absolute uh (kill it)

Yes, rippin the
My words enlight your dome
When I'm to strike your home just like Capone
N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my will slaughter yours
Still waitin for the beat to come in, I'm like Satan
bacon in front of a Muslim, I'll battle you and your cousin
It's the for black attack
When I, yes quick to the wack
When I go track to track, bouncin in the mounds and coutin
Flowin like water from a fountain I deliver
Like water from a makin you shiver
That's for sore, the connoisseur ill-literature
Yes, but I'm about to get
You'll catch a ill reflection listenin too close to the speaker
When I reach ya, gettin more clearer, outta the era

Thought]
It's like this, we keep you like a parachute
Took a shot of hip hop, it's
For my man from the of Representatives
And turn it out, aiyyo I always do, what I'ma bout ta
Do I show you a style and throw
For all competitors, Black Thought comin through the seckle
I'm the superior style and you
Let me adjust my voice so you can hear me
Bust the, microphone
Pure skills, but it, all of a sudden
MC's just start to from the rap style
Hey yo let me check it out, check it out
Well it's the, deranged style change formats and forms
I swarm like bees for feelin these fantasies
MC's throw a tantrum, I sing the Anthem
Aiyyo it's like this, my thump your preference
You can never to reach that where my level is
Thought severin competitives, off the dome top
Yo my microphone stop, my man Com drop

And halt, I guess it was my fault
I came through thick a malt, niggas tried to pour salt
But never knew the flavor, my shit is from Chicago
Niggas follow, hold the water
My shit'll flowin
Now I'm showin poetry in motion like a picure
Read the scripture, understood the New Testament
to blessin it
The shit is this, where the beat went
I give the silent treatment
They tried to against me, I told em they wasn't fresh
Rappers I Crush, Kill and Destroy like
Agenda, Com Sense'll just send a-nother
Mothafucker to the bathroom, he didn't room to shit on the mic
That I had, it's like the nigga Com Sense, I don't a pad
Off the dome, my roam/Rome like a Greek
I to speak, and niggas sound extra weak/week
Like days, I take ya seven whole days like Tony
Never been a phony, Express styles like a
Hold ya horses, Com Sense The Sources
Toss this type of shit that go straight through, I lost
One time, it came back the rap
Niggas follow me like one
Check it out nig-- my man Absolute is unsigned, to get it on
like this upon the mic yo I sit upon

[Pharoahe
Yo yo, check it out now, one time now, Pharoahe yo
It's not at the bar, even if you a star
Wit me and my baby doll you won't go far
I seek the love of Allah, the I lay
Peepin the upper of light display
Funk rap pro, attributed to facts so
Cleverly put, more revolutions a axel
The sad slow nigga much smoother Coltrane
Who can cop beats I chop like cocaine
The effortless action wit moves like
Lip, and admit wit mo' satisfaction
And all the while my can pile up
data than X-File shows all added up
The educated nigga Queens, by any means
Servin any fiends, similar to Team
But like I will rise to the top to redeem the cream
For niggas who for hip hop
I pop glock and shot and chop spots
>From top cops to bust from a crotch
Positioning, what Absolute, c'mon c'mon kick the dome

The last word was so I get a vision
And makin on top of your cranium
Underground,
Crossin the Mediterranean, water to slaughter
Who can't catch the border
Lookin across, the window, not a
Lookin at my man, the Jedi duck the lead fly
My man just took a picture, so I snapped it
Lookin at the man who got the in his back shit, the back shit
I shit but it's never like an automatic
I'm static just like the opposite of Bounce
I get, throwing mad
Look at my man and Stretch
I gotta catch the
I'm never come off weak 'cause weak is the opposite of
I to smoke the bong but now I got the Heineken
my turn to rhyme again
Don't need to be greedy, I give my old to the needy
to write graffiti 'cause I got the burner
You might not get but you I pass it back to my man wit the head wrap
Yo

*talking and to end*